Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery Chapter 365 - 365 354 I'm Timid, Don't Scare Me

365: Chapter 354 I’m Timid, Don’t Scare 365: Chapter 354 I’m Timid, Don’t Scare A young man in green robes hovered in the sky, silently observing the grey pieces of flesh and blood that fell from within the Sword Qi.

This was his strongest state.

His entire Mana condensed into one point, not even willing to maintain the basic invisibility spell, wanting to pour out all of his strength and turn it into an attack.

“Ghost Dao is perilous and unpredictable, yet it has its rits,” he said.

Jiang Ding looked towards a void in space.

Through the hazy transparency, an old man in a black robe appeared.

His left arm was cut off at the root, turning to ash.

His face was extrely pale, his skin stretched over bones, his body half-transparent, and many ghost shadows within him had unknowingly vanished.

His chest cavity was completely empty.

“Who are you…”

“Qiyu Swordsman!”

Patriarch Bai Gui let out a venomous shriek, stunned, and looked at the young man in green disbelief, repeatedly comparing him with the one from the reports, indeed it was the sa person.

“Mid-stage Foundation Building!”

His Divine Sense swept over, and his heart was struck with tumultuous waves, breeding nurous thoughts.

“I’ve t Patriarch Bai Gui before.”

“It’s been eighteen years, truly your deanor remains unchanged,” Jiang Ding said with a slight smile.

“Thinking back to the ti at Nine Heavens Relics, you told you looked forward to the next ti we would et, as if it were only yesterday.”

Boom!

Magnetic Field Induction Dotted Array Patterns spread far and wide, enveloping all around.

The Azure Flying Sword appeared within the Array Patterns, dominating as the absolute center.

Under the influence of magnetic and electric currents, amidst the thunderous noise, the Flying Sword’s speed was boosted to the extre, vanishing from within the range of Divine Sense.

A terrifying Sword Intent of Destruction spread everywhere, locking onto the Divine Soul.

“This Flying Sword…”

Patriarch Bai Gui’s heart trembled again and again, unable to believe that such a Flying Sword belonged to a Mid-stage Foundation Building Cultivator, and said furiously, “Junior, you do not know life from death.

Do you truly believe that you have grasped victory over this old ancestor?!”

“Black Soul Banner!”

He spat out a word, and a small banner the size of a palm flew out from his mouth, expanding to a size of ten zhang.

As the pitch-black banner rolled out, a vast tide of fierce ghosts poured forth, with the weakest among them at the Late-stage Qi Practicing Realm, not to ntion the nurous Ghost Generals of Foundation Building, their cold Array Patterns spreading across the sky.

The most terrifying among them were four Ghost Kings with the aura of the earlier stages of Golden Pill!

Each of them towered about three ters tall, with green faces and fangs, each wielding one of the four Ghost Artifacts: spear, axe, adze, and Big Halberd.

Every action they took dragged the strength of a host of Foundation Building Ghost Generals and ghost soldiers beneath them, easily smashing entire areas, causing living beings to be crushed and extinct, souls torn apart and enslaved, unable to reincarnate.

“Charge for !”

Patriarch Bai Gui waved the Long Banner, commanding like a general of a myriad of armies, embodying the unrivaled deanor of a commander observing his troops decapitating enemy generals.

Roar!

The four Ghost Generals roared in unison, shaking the heavens and the earth.

Their spears, axes, and halberds grew to more than ten zhang in size, joined by their Ghost Generals and ghost soldiers, as they aid at a central point, and harshly smashed down.

Ding!

In the seemingly empty void, the Azure Flying Sword suddenly appeared, perpetually striking straight, colliding with the spears, axes, and halberds of the four Ghost Generals.

Sparks flew, and Spiritual Light shattered!

The piercing sound of vibrating tal spread in all directions, enough to penetrate the eardrums of Qi Practitioners.

“Such a strong force!”

The aura of the four Ghost Generals dropped suddenly, and shock was evident in their huge pupils.

Looking down, they saw holes the size of thumbs on their weapons, punctured throughout, barely supported by the thickness and resilience of their Ghost Artifacts.

Further, a surge of Sword Qi carrying the Destruction Intent swept through them, scattering around, affecting hundreds of Ghost Soldiers in the Qi Practicing Realm with shrill screams, turning to ash and vanishing.

“Not bad.”

“The four Ghost Generals leveraging the Army Formation to strike together, this makes you strong even among Middle Jindan Stage Cultivators.

If it weren’t for Patriarch Bai Gui being severely injured, you might be even stronger,” Jiang Ding praised.

“It seems my senior brothers are not weaklings either.”

His Divine Sense and Sword Intent were always deployed, blocking all incoming and outgoing Divine Sense signals within a six-kiloter radius, simulating the Taiyin Sword Intent to shield the perceptions of tens of thousands of civilians beneath.

“Hmph!”

Patriarch Bai Gui let out a cold snort, “If not for those two cowardly turtles relying on the advantage of treasures, they would have been defeated by my sect long ago.

How could they stalemated for such a long ti?”

“With your strength at Mid-stage Foundation Building, you must have a great secret and are worthy to beco my fifth Ghost General,” he said, his eyes revealing a hint of greed.

“Die!”

Roar!

The four Ghost Kings and countless Ghost Generals and ghost soldiers all put down their weapons, letting them float in front of them, clenched their fists, and began frantically pounding their chests, roaring without end.

Roar, roar, roar…

Wave after wave of visible sound roared out of their mouths, flowed through the dense, dark Array Patterns at each node, converging into the mouths of the four Ghost Kings, and ultimately ford a sharp conical sound spike, whistling terrifyingly towards the head of the youth in green robes.

Split Sound Stab!

One of the killer moves of the Blood Slaughter Hall Hundred Ghosts Lineage, gathering the power of tens of thousands of fierce ghosts, moreover very concealed, capable of severely injuring Post-golden Alchemists in a mont’s slip.

“Go.”

Jiang Ding’s expression remained unchanged, he pointed with his finger, the intersecting magnetic patterns on his brow flashed, the Azure Flying Sword took off with pure force and speed, disappearing in an airburst.

When it reappeared, it aid at the sharpest point of the sound spike, a foot-long Azure Flying Sword, without the possibility of evading even slightly.

Ding!

Azure Spiritual Light and the transparent sound ripple shattered together, the remnant waves stirred the space for several kiloters around, the clouds dissipated, the sky cleared, with not a cloud in sight.